These days, I stay up far far too late.
Which only leads to sleeping in until the early afternoon.
Which in turn means I don't get out and about until mid afternoon.
At this rate I'm getting nothing done...
As much as I hate to sound like my Mother, I think a schedule might be in order.
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mon amour
mon frére.
mes soeurs
Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start
But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
mon amour
mon frére.
mes soeurs
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